Qinglong Island is a standard overseas fairy mountain, quiet and evasive. The monks come and go, with their elevated crowns and slim robes, and the flowers are clustered in all seasons. From the sea, there are also thin layers of mist on the island, like a large paradise floating on the water.

The Lord of Qinglong Island is ranked among the four saints. He often goes into seclusion, does not show up very much, and does not seem to be in charge of the matter. However, he came out to meet Yan Zhengming and his attitude was very pleasant, as if he was facing his own juniors. Perhaps because he knew that he was upset, the Lord of the Island did not pull him to talk more, and after he arranged for them to stay, the Lord of the Island generously stated that the resources on Qinglong Island could be borrowed until he found the missing Mu Chun and his two junior brothers and sisters who were unknown.

In this regard, the monks certainly could not gossip like rural villagers, they chewed warmly and had a rush of undercurrents.

Thinking about it, the same is true. Countless people can't curry favor with the owner of Qinglong Island, and he is too lazy to show up in Xianshi City. What kind of virtues can these little kids of unknown origins be favored by him?

What's more, these little boys don't want to say that their cultivation is low. They only know that they are generous and unwilling to restrain themselves when they arrive at Qinglong Island, which is really despised.

Yan Zhengming didn't know that these undercurrents were surging. He really had no time to care about it. The island mainly included Cheng Qian and Shuikeng's birth dates and eight characters, and sent countless monks to search. There was no news for three days.

Yan Zhengming didn’t know how these three days came.

It was not until the morning of the fourth day - Xiaoyue gently pushed open the door, holding the hair-combing tool that the emperor girl wanted to smack her tongue when she saw it, and was about to light the incense and call her young master to bed. But when she looked at her head, she found that the young master was no longer in the room.

Xiaoyue was frightened and thought she was too late. She was ready to look dull. She walked in a daze, but found that the Taoist had already tidied up the bed, and the owner of the house disappeared.

Xiaoyue asked hurriedly, "Where is the young master?"

The Taoist boy replied: "I heard that there was news from the head and the others. He came in the middle of the night yesterday and left overnight."

Xiaoyue was stunned - except for the prodigal son Yan Zhengming, the Yan family was actually quite righteous and did not treat people harshly. She was the Yan family's son, and she was raised by a little girl. She was almost half a lady. She was only responsible for combing the young master's hair on Fuyao Mountain, and regardless of anything else, even when the two demons at sea fought, she stayed steadily in the cabin without splashing the sea. The wind and waves outside could never hit her head. This was the first time she felt the panic of the people around her.

Xiaoyue held the sandalwood box in her arms and asked confusedly: "Then... didn't say when will it come?"

The Taoist boy looked at the eyes of the ignorant little girl, and softened his voice uncontrollably, saying, "I didn't say anything, I don't know what's going on."

After saying that, the Taoist boy lowered his voice and added, "Tell you, don't tell others--last night, listen to our young master and the second uncle, listen to that idea. If there is a tremendous amount of money, we may not be able to get to Fuyao Mountain in a while. If it is really that, you must remember that this island is a real person. Regardless of whether the character is good or bad, a capable person who can call the clouds and rain, pinching us to death is like pinching ants. You girls must not run around, and don't offend others casually. Do you hear it?"

Logically speaking, if you don’t die, you will have to be less skin even if you don’t die. Besides, he is still a little girl who is learning to speak. He should have been at the end of his strength, but Cheng Qian acted as if nothing had happened next to Wangyou Valley. He would rather sleep in the wind and eat in the open than follow them. What happened in the valley was even more stern, so he couldn’t tell what he said.

When the moon rose to the willow branches, Yan Zhengming, who received the news, rushed over.

He came here alone, without Li Yun and Han Yuan, and even Taoist Tong did not follow him. The car pulled by the Divine Eagle had not stopped yet, and Yan Zhengming had already lifted the curtain and jumped.

After several days of fear, Yan Zhengming had prepared evil fire in his stomach, but he saw Cheng Qian's bloody body and half of the prepared fire was shocked first. He didn't see his master, and the other half disappeared.

Yan Zhengming ran three steps at a time and two steps, hurriedly caught the puddle that was thrown into his arms, and pulled Cheng Qian, asking repeatedly: "What's the matter? How did you make this happen? Where did you go these days? What about Master? Why did he leave you two here alone?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just stared at him in a daze.

Yan Zhengming was beating in his heart and asked, "Xiao Qian, what's going on?"

Cheng Qian didn't say anything, his eyes slid on Yan Zhengming's face, and swept the strange monks around him.

After all, the monks of Qinglong Island were all born, so they knew that there was something between their fellow disciples, so they consciously retreated.

Cheng Qian then let out a gentle breath, and used his unharmed hand to take out a small seal from his arms and hand it to Yan Zhengming, saying indescribable: "This is the seal of the leader, senior brother, Master, let me bring it to you."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, then reacted. He suddenly stepped back, and the blood on his face suddenly faded away.

He looked at the seal held on Cheng Qian's palm covered with blood and dust, as if he had seen some beast. His eyes were almost terrified.

Cheng Qian's words later blocked his last room for retreat.

"The master is dead," said Cheng Qian, "He said that you will be the head of the Fuyao Sect in the future."

"No..." Yan Zhengming shook his head instinctively, pushed Cheng Qian away in a panic, and said incoherently, "No... you take this away, don't give it to me! What nonsense, how could the master die?"

Cheng Qian: "It's the one who watched him die in vain."

"Impossible!" Yan Zhengming widened his eyes and couldn't speak, but only denied it with a slight slightest, "Impossible!"

Cheng Qian did not answer this. He kept handing out the seal of the leader and looked at Yan Zhengming deeply. The sadness on his face seemed to never appear on the young man.

"It's true," he murmured, "Senior brother, it's true..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Qian's head suddenly hung weakly to the side, and he fell without warning.

Yan Zhengming consciously reached out to hold him, but he didn't know where he touched him, and a shocking blood mark was immediately rubbed on his snow-white sleeves.

Cheng Qian's body was cold, and Yan Zhengming almost felt that he was not breathing anymore. He panicked and turned Cheng Qian over and stretched out two fingers to explore Cheng Qian's breath, but his hands were trembling too hard. After exploring for a long time, he couldn't find out what was going on.

Shuikeng doesn't make much noise, but she can't speak after all, and she can't express herself at this time, so she can only cry. In just a few days, she almost finished crying the tears she had accumulated in her life.

Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, and his mind was even blank. He grabbed Cheng Qian's hand tightly. The head seal in his palm was as cold as ice. Why can't he cover it? Time, he would only mechanically repeat in his mouth: "Don't cry, water puddle, don't cry."

He didn't know how long he had been kneeling on the ground with stiffness. Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a blink of an eye. Someone grabbed his shoulder and shook it hard for a few times. Yan Zhengming raised his head blankly and saw an unknown Qinglong Island monk looking at him with a worried face.

Yan Zhengming felt that his face must be ugly than a ghost, because he found that the monk seemed to have misunderstood something, and consciously did something with him - reached out to explore Cheng Qian's breath. After a moment, the monk breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head and said, "There is still energy, there are pills and wound medicines there, don't worry, maybe it's not that serious."

Yan Zhengming nodded, and then bit his tongue hard. The sharp sting and bloody smell rushed to his eyebrows. Then he came from the chaos, tried hard to calm down, and calmed down from Cheng Qian's hand quietly, held it in his hand, leaned over and hugged Cheng Qian, and said to the water tunnel: "Can you leave by yourself?"

Shuikeng carefully tiptoed and stretched out his arms, holding the corner of his clothes.

Yan Zhengming sat in the carriage pulled by the deity. He had just arrived at Qinglong Island for the whole day. He was so sane that he could hardly breathe. In theory, he knew that Cheng Qian was mostly true. His master had always been spoiled and not strict enough to them. If he had a breath, he would never be able to throw Cheng Qian and the puddle in such a dangerous place.

Li Yun and Han Yuan were waiting on Qinglong Island and were eager to see him coming, and immediately rushed forward.

"What's wrong with Xiao Qian?"

"Where is the master?"

"Yes, why didn't Master come?"

“Where did you find them?”

"I don't know!" Yan Zhengming made two junior brothers strode and was so annoyed that he almost wanted to yell, "Don't ask, don't make noise! ​​Wait until he wakes up and talks!"

But Cheng Qian was unconscious and injured. He was in the Forgetful Valley for three or four days, and he was carrying a puddle, so he must have never dared to close his eyes.

Yan Zhengming was guarding him in an endless step. At the beginning, he waited for Cheng Qian to wake up, and couldn't wait to know what happened in the Forget-Ware Valley, but the further he went, the more he became more and more afraid.

He closed his eyes and thought that Cheng Qian was covered in blood. He looked at him deeply and told him the scene of his master's death, which made him unable to sleep at night.

In the extreme anxiety, Yan Zhengming naturally had an idea in his heart, and he thought: "Let's just give up the family and be the young master."

As soon as this thought popped up, it occupied all his thoughts.

Yes, anyway, his family has money. It is enough for a wealthy and rich man to have a life of mortals. What kind of immortal cultivation and what kind of Taoism practice?

As for junior brothers, he can take his home. Those who are willing to continue practicing martial arts will practice martial arts, and those who are willing to study will be sent to take the exam for fame. Isn’t it just a few more pairs of chopsticks at home?

Be the head of the sect - stop kidding, the only thing he can do in his life is to be a young master!

Yan Zhengming thought that he could not even have a basic talisman, and his entry-level swordsmanship was so easy to practice. Not to mention those powerful people, the Taoist boy who served tea and water on Qinglong Island had a higher cultivation level than him. If he was the leader, what could he do to master?

Yan Zhengming thought so, and immediately stood up and called the Taoist boy who served him in: "Ocher, Ocher!"

Taoist boy trotted to him, "Young Master."

"Come on paper and pen, and I want to send a letter to my home." Yan Zhengming quickly ordered, "Pack up our luggage, prepare the boat, and wait for Xiao Qian to wake up, and immediately say goodbye to the island owner."

Echo, "Young Master, are you going to Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming: "What Fuyaoshan? Home!"

Zhe was shocked after eating it: "Young Master, that sect..."

Yan Zhengming waved his hand: "There is no Fuyao faction anymore. The sect has dispersed. Do you understand? Go quickly, it's only been a few days."

Ochre ran away in a dismay and terrifying manner.

Cheng Qian woke up, it was two days later. As soon as he moved, he put his hand on his forehead. A familiar fragrance of orchids surged up. The smell became much dimmed for some reason. Cheng Qian opened his mouth gently and shouted silently: "Senior Brother."

His voice was too hoarse, and he didn't say anything.

Yan Zhengming helped him, and without saying a word, he brought him a bowl of water.

Cheng Qian finished drinking and asked in a daze, "Where is the little junior sister?"

Yan Zhengming said: "In Xiaoyue, there are girls watching."

Cheng Qian choked his eyebrows in a daze and asked, "The chief seal... Yes, there is also the chief seal, have you handed it to you?"

Yan Zhengming took out a rope from his neck, and tied the small head seal at the bottom.

Cheng Qian's confused and tense expression finally loosened a little, and his face showed a little fatigue.

The Fuyao School is in chaos every day. The big ones don’t know how to give in to the little ones, and the little ones don’t know how to respect brothers. It seems that the two of them are quarreling yesterday, but now they are facing each other, but they seem to be like a different life.

Yan Zhengming sighed and asked softly: "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Qian shook his head, he leaned against the bed and was stunned, and then he spoke in the quiet room: ", the junior sister and master, the reason why I got there was because the talisman we drew the wrong one that day."

Yan Zhengming did not interrupt him, and sat quietly beside him, listening to his whole story from beginning to end.

Cheng Qian had no strength and spoke intermittently. It took him enough time to explain it clearly. Yan Zhengming finished listening, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

The candle flower jumped, and the fire was burning. Yan Zhengming was so excited that he tried his best to straighten his waist. In time, he felt that the head seal on his neck weighed more than a thousand pounds, and he was about to bend his neck.

He stood up, gently placed his hand on Cheng Qian's head, and said in the gentlest tone of his life: "Let me bring you a bowl of porridge, take some, and then apply medicine."

Cheng Qian nodded in obedience.

Yan Zhengming turned around and walked out, saying to himself in his heart: "Okay, I know what happened. He woke up and could stay home tomorrow morning."

How good is the family, if you have clothes and food, you don’t have to practice sword early or practice qigong at night...

Just as Yan Zhengming walked to the door with great worries, Cheng Qian suddenly said, "Wait, Senior Brother, have you lost your book? Can you please bring those sword scores?"

Yan Zhengming's hand that had touched the door suddenly stopped. He stood there with his back to Cheng Qian with his straight back, as if he was frozen.

"What?" Cheng Qian was stunned, "Did you lose it?"

Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and asked in a hoarse voice: "I won't come, what sword score is there?"

"The master said that they continued the bloodline of the Fuyao Sect," Cheng Qian said, "Even if they didn't come, their bloodline would not be broken - the master said that he also told me to practice swords well in the future."

Yan Zhengming stood there for a long time, suddenly turned around, walked in two steps, and hugged Cheng Qian, who was sitting on the head of the bed, into his arms.

The head of the sect sealed his collarbone, which made life hurt. He thought: "I'll leave his mother's sect. I'm the head of the Fuyao sect. I'm not dead yet!"

He hugged him too tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, and his whole body was so tense that it was faintly trembling. If he had such a chance, Cheng Qian thought he was crying.

However, he waited for a long time, but did not wait for the tears he had imagined, but only waited for the words that the eldest brother said in his ear.
Chapter completed!